Beneath the Sky

Beneath the sky stretches the willow's branches;
Sad, drooping; no sign of hope.
You are the willow, looking for answers,
Looking for some way to cope.

Beneath the sky stretches the pine's branches,
Turning orange, a sign of the dead.
You are the pine, looking for a way out,
You can still live, it's said.

Beneath the sky stretches the oak's branches,
Proud and mighty, yet so sad.
You are the oak, feeling so lonely,
Are you really so bad?

Beneath the sky stretches the lonely arms,
Of those who want God's love.
But they're looking the wrong way,
Turn your eyes to the above.

Beneath the sky with eyes upturned,
You finally look the right way in,
You smile to yourself and speak
The words that take Him within.

~Storyteller